Imagination and Memory

I never know what will happen…what memories I’ll see but I love when my imagination merges with my memory. My memory picks a person…sometimes quite randomly and my imagination sets that person…right in front of me. It happened at the end of a morning walk in the shadow of our oak tree When I looked up…Deborah’s mom…was smiling next to me. And it was just as I remember…though she left us long ago the way her smile lit up her face and set her eyes aglow. I was unable to say a word…I was captivated…enthralled. She did not speak either…but her smile said it all. It reminded me how she loved us…with a love gentle and kind and when I found my voice I thanked her for the memories she left behind. I told her not to worry…standing in the shade of that old tree for I am taking care of your daughter and she’s taking care of me. Silently she nodded her head…as the night surrendered to the dawn We exchanged another smile….and in an instant…she was gone. As I say…imagination is a wonderful thing when it merges with a memory… You never know what might happen… You never know who you might see.